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the broccoli threat
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2026-08-22 16:38:10
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The Wrong Bernardi he fit where he shouldn’t
I turned back toward the TV, which suddenly became extremely helpful because a man on-screen was currently losing an arm and still had more emotional stability than I did.“Asshole,” I said.“Been that way for a while.”“You should find another doctor.”“I like doctors who don’t cure me.”“That’s the kind of thing that gets a podcast named after you.”“You’d listen.”“I’d host.”His mouth tipped slightly. “Even better.”Damn it.And then footsteps sounded from upstairs.Rhysand’s head turned toward the staircase immediately. Every trace of teasing disappeared from his face so quickly it felt like the room had switched modes.From the man sitting beside me to the man calculating distance.I set my lasagna bowl on the table. “Aiden?”My son appeared at the top of the stairs with his hair sticking up like a premium bird’s nest. His dinosaur pajamas had slipped crookedly off one shoulder. Black bangs covered half his forehead. In his arms was a car-shaped plushie, an absurd thing Saba had
The Wrong Bernardi black coffee, black t-shirts, bad timing
My house, which after eleven usually contained nothing but the hum of the refrigerator, Aiden’s breathing through the baby monitor, and Elma half-asleep complaining if I was still working, was now filled with the low voices of grown men discussing perimeters, shifts, thermal sweeps, and blind spots like my home had recently registered itself as a small embassy.I made coffee.Of course I made coffee.There were things sane women did when their house was surrounded by security and an old stalker decided to get nostalgic with red lipstick. Some people cried. Some called their families.I ground coffee beans, pulled out ceramic mugs, and asked Rivas whether his men drank their coffee black or possessed human weaknesses like oat milk.Rivas looked at me.“I’m genuinely asking,” I said.“Black coffee, Señorita.”“See? Everyone in this house has their own trauma.”I made one tray of coffee for Rivas and his team, another for the two Bernadi men standing outside the back door like expensive
The Wrong Bernardi one late anomaly
The first set of headlights turned into my driveway.Two black SUVs pulled up in front of the house with an almost insulting amount of precision. Doors opened. Three men stepped out.Dark polos. Small earpieces. Gloves. Eyes that didn’t look at my house like a house, but like a list of possible failures.Álvaro Rivas stepped out of the second SUV.His hair was gray at the temples, his dark suit immaculate, his face calm in the particular way that made everyone around him instinctively stand a little straighter. Rivas had worked for Papa since I was small enough to think bodyguards were men who knew where the ice cream was hidden. He had once pulled Saba out of a pool when she was three, once restrained Xavier from punching a senator’s son, and once told me, when I was seventeen and came home far too late, that lipstick was not an alibi.He approached after one of his men checked the porch.“Señorita,” he said.“Rivas.”His eyes dropped briefly to my face.Then they moved to Rhysand. “
The Wrong Bernardi smash the lamp later
I laughed. “No.”“Maya. My house has a perimeter, a panic room, private security, thermal cameras, access control, and a team that’s already active.”“Congratulations on owning Fort Knox with better landscaping.” I rolled my eyes.“This isn’t a joke.”“I know. I’m making jokes so I don’t pick up that table lamp and smash it over your head.”“Smash it later. Move now.”“No.”We stood close enough to argue without raising our voices. The stairs behind me. Aiden upstairs. Elma on the sofa. The horror movie was still playing silently on the TV, the blood on-screen now looking like cheap decor compared to the white box in Rhysand’s hand.“You don’t understand,” he said, very quietly.I smiled. “A man’s favorite sentence since humanity invented doors.”“This person knows your house.”“Thank you. I somehow missed that tiny detail while reading the vintage stalker card.”“He knows the blind spot in my perimeter.”“That’s your perimeter.”“It covers the road leading to your house.”“And now yo
The Wrong Bernardi danger recognized danger
I stepped back inside with the box in my hands.I didn’t make a sound that might wake Elma on the sofa or Aiden upstairs. I closed the door, turned the lock, then slid the second deadbolt into place. Then the chain.After that, I stared at the doorknob for two seconds, because something that small suddenly seemed far too simple for a job as big as keeping the rest of the world outside.I set the white box on the console table.Red lipstick.White card.The same handwriting.I pulled out my phone and photographed everything.One shot from above. One close-up of the card. One close-up of the lipstick. One photo of the box exactly where I’d placed it on the table. Then one of the front door, the fallen planter outside, the dirt scattered across the porch tile, the red ribbon resting at the bottom of the box.My left hand was cold.My right hand was steady.My body always knew when it was time to become an event planner.Crisis?Document it. Preserve the evidence. Touch as little as possi
The Wrong Bernardi love notices, danger watches
I cut the chicken, stirred the pan, then grabbed the yogurt from the fridge. Behind me, Aiden climbed down from the sofa and made his way toward the island with a slow walk full of fake dignity, hugging the iPad to his chest.Elma followed with her pillow. “No running.”“I’m walking,” Aiden said.“Maya, don’t forget to eat too.” Mama watched me from the screen, her eyes soft even though her mouth was still fully prepared to lecture.“I’m cooking.”“That’s not eating.”“I’ll eat.”“You always say that, and then you stand around with coffee getting mad at emails.”Papa nodded. “Eat, hija.”I looked at both of them through the iPad propped on the island.They were far away, but not really. My house was full of their voices, full of instructions, full of love that had never once bothered knocking before coming in. I used to hate how Mama could tell I hadn’t eaten just from the sound of my voice. Now I did the exact same thing to Aiden and called it parenting.I set the peach yogurt in fro
The Wrong Bernardi Dawn Found Me Guilty
Morning arrived far too politely for something that should have come in carrying a fire extinguisher.I woke before the sun was fully up, with pale light slipping through the gap in Rhysand’s suite curtains and falling over my skin like an accusation.For a few seconds, I didn’t move.There were ge
The Wrong Bernardi Bad Boy Kiss Better
He picked up his whiskey and took a small sip. It’s too easy. Too controlled. I wanted to disturb him. I wanted to make him lose his flat fucking face. I wanted something tonight to be messy, unmanaged, not wrapped in family and money and shame.“I’m not a good man, Maya,” he said quietly.“I know.
The Wrong Bernardi Bad Reputation, Better Smile
Ricky took my hand and led me through the crowd. A few guests turned to look. Someone called my name. My aunt from Cartagena waved far too enthusiastically.I ignored her.Then I saw Rhysand Bernadi.And the most annoying thing was that Ricky had not been exaggerating.The man stood at the edge of
The Wrong Bernardi Safe Choice
HawaiiI knew something was going to go wrong the moment Mama started crying when she saw me coming down the stairs.Mama cried like she had just watched her baby being delivered to a royal sacrificial altar, when in reality her baby was wearing a white silk dress with a low-cut back, my great-gran
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